You fell into the deep hole of Mount Ebott. . .20XX. . .You had entered what the old human folks called the Underground. You left The ruins, now you stood in a cold winter forest. You turn around to look at the door leading to the Ruins, a part of you missing Toriel. Moving forward the snow crunching beneath your feet. You heard the cold wind brushing by, the coldness of the air pricking your skin as you could feel suspense getting to you. A tree branch snapped in the distance, concerned you brushed it off as you continued onward, you found a bridge with really large wooden bars that someone could easily slip past. You stood there fear settling in as you heard footsteps approaching from behind yourself.. . .“Hey Human”. . .“Turn Around”. . .You slowly turned around and saw a short pudgy skeleton opening his palm out for you to shake, you shook his hand, the sound of a whoopie cushion echoing in the forest as the short skeleton chuckled “Heh, the hood old whoopie cushion in the hand trick, never gets old!”. . .“I'm Sans, Sans the skeleton”. . .“What's your name, Kid?”